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Hey, Social Media, It’s Still Unacceptable to Censor Speech

Offered Thoughts

Technology has made communication fast, and sometimes, exceptionally furious. Even the slightest endeavor into the world of social media leaves you vulnerable to comments from any person, in any mood, of any mental stability, with any intention, and from practically any geographical location. Our participation in this exposure is strictly voluntary, and the responsibility for being engaged, is on us. The almost 3.5 billion people with internet access in the world are under no obligation to be kind, show respect, give support, or agree with anything we submit. To expect any uniform behavior from that many people is delusional. That won’t stop some people.

Malicious words can be delivered instantly with no thought or reflection and desensitized through a lack of personal interaction. Body language, tone of voice, facial expressions,  and proximity are all lost when communicating rapidly through text. As a result, the severity of an attack is often…

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black atheists

“You have too many white people on your ‘Black Atheists’ page…”

So? Leave. I’m sorry, let me rephrase that: Leave the planet. It’s unavoidable. It’s also pretty fucking foolish. Want proof? Exhibit A:

when youre too pro black

What makes him a special delicate little flower where I’m supposed to just scrap everything and start over, but this time, nitpick through all my likes making sure there’s no sign of the “white devil”? I applaud the white people that like my page.  They liked the page for a reason and whichever reason that may be, I hope they left knowing a different perspective on atheism as well as black people. This “anti-white” to me is a bunch of bullshit! Sorry, not sorry if I piss off some of you so-called “pro-black” apologists.

I guess you can call this post a disclaimer for the present and future members of the Black Atheists page.

Black people like Julian who want solidarity are no different than racist white people. They’re actually worse because they should know better. They’re a different kind of self-hatred and it stems from a perspective of indoctrination. I didn’t make this page for just YOU, Julian. I made this page originally for this very blog. It started getting popular and the rest is history. You wouldn’t believe how many other black atheists are simply glad to have found a page like this. This page is for the learning experience, not for you to be free to say, “fuck white people”.

If he’s so damn afraid of the very thing he doesn’t want any part of, what exactly does that make him? Tell me. I can answer that: Prejudice. He responded the same way white people did when we were allowed to enter into their white spaces; when they had to let us sit in the front of the bus and sit at their restaurant counters. It was met with apprehension, resentment, anger, confusion, hatred, and a bunch of fucking lashing out.

Black atheists are rare. A lot of them are still closeted and a lot of them cannot like a page called black atheists because it’s not worth losing their family, relationships, jobs, homes, etc.. I don’t blame them, it’s fucked up enough out here as it is for us. Protip: There are more of them than there are of us. That is why we are a minority. Also, my page is still relatively small compared to other atheist pages. The demographic isn’t there for people to be bitching about who is liking my page and commenting. Teach them something instead of worrying about what others think. Explain, engage, help them understand.

You can’t learn from other people from other ethnic backgrounds if you don’t open up that dialogue, and or that opportunity to do so. What would a bunch of black atheists all in one secluded group is going to teach other black atheists? We know it already! We are living it right-the-fuck-now! In order to allow for things to change, we have to allow people to learn from us. All black spaces…can’t be just black spaces; especially those that’s all about blaming the white man all the fucking time. That shit gets so old. Yes, white people do benefit from what happened to us and what was implemented in the past; yes that bullshit still affects us today. Yes, we fought and fought and fought for equal rights. We have them, sort of. We’re still marching today about the same kind of shit that happened when my 80-year-old grandmother was a child. So something needs to change. But, with all that in mind, what has it stopped exactly? Black people are really making moves out here. We are making changes. We’re opening businesses, we’re making statements [ I mean, we’ve always been doing that], and we’re making a difference. Black women have been deemed the most educated in the United States. That wouldn’t have happened if people weren’t learning. We all have our place in this world. Allow me to do me, please.

Protip: No one is making you like my page. Page subscriptions work both ways.

I cannot control who ‘likes’ this page. There are over 19,000 likes. You think I’m going to sift through all those people and remove all the white likes? Are you fucking kidding me? This is a public page, and I’m not doing that for you or anyone. There are plenty of GROUPS like that for you to join and they’re not what you think. Most of them are full of hatred and discontent. They antagonize anyone that’s not black. A lot of them have been homophobic, misogynistic, and have complete and total disrespect towards black women especially. Atheism is never the focal point of these pages. They just shine a big bright spotlight on everything that’s wrong in the black community, to them. It’s quite regressive if you ask me.

Most importantly: I wasn’t put on this earth for you to like.

I’m finally getting back into “writing” so excuse me if this is all over the place, but I hope my point was made. If not, I don’t mind further explaining myself.

Also, let’s not get it twisted: White people, you need to take a backseat as well. Yes, this page is open for everyone to be a part of, but if you haven’t been black a day in your life you have no grounds to tell me how to feel about being in my skin. You don’t have the right. You cannot turn systematic racism around on the ones it was meant for. Y’all try that shit A LOT on there and if you think about it, you’ll understand how absolutely ridiculous that is. You should try and understand and possibly learn something, not try and tell us our experiences of being black in America  – or anywhere for that matter – is wrong. Also, miss me with that “race is just a construct, we’re all people” bullshit that you like to spout when race is addressed. Want to know why race is addressed? Because race is why we’re racially profiled, race is why we are treated less than equal, race is why there isn’t a safe place that I know of that don’t have a problem with the color of my skin. You guys, on the other hand, are seen as angels. I wonder why the fuck that is. SO, before you fix your fingers to say that, consider why you’re saying it. Why would you have to say that if race wasn’t an issue? The kicker, that’s not even the fucked up part`. Colorism due to racism and European ideals of what beauty is …is the smoking gun.

Y’know what….

Never mind.

Thank you for reading.

black atheists

“Is it possible to be accepted as a black atheist without being anti-white?”

Yes, someone asked that very question. My answer is yes. There’s no club – just a descriptive label for other people to understand your nonreligious stance. Nothing more, nothing less. To feel as if one has to be accepted into the black atheist community based on a set of standards and mindsets leaves me to believe that there’s a lot of miseducation afoot.

Atheism is a simple concept: You lack a deity. That’s it. It’s kind of different for black people because of how they believe they became religious. I mentioned this before, but not a lot of people know this: White people didn’t shove Christianity down your ancestor’s throats. Christianity is – excuse my language – is really fucking old. It’s always been there. A lot of black atheists use that as the “nail in the coffin” to their arguments. Yes, it doesn’t make it right because white people did in fact, use it to keep us enslaved. They’re wrong, but let’s be right about that wrong, okay? Okay. Moving on…

“Is it possible to be accepted as a black atheist without being anti-white?”

I’m still hung up on the ‘accepted’ part of the question. It looks and feels out of place. You’re not joining a cult, you’re reverting back to what you were before you – if you were – indoctrinated. You live your life minus a deity. I think that is as simple as I can say it.

I’m a black atheist, but I’m not anti-white. They’re not mutually exclusive nor should they be. Calling white people the ‘white devil’ is cute in theory, but it’s not realistic. I’m talking more towards the hoteps now because y’all are ridiculous and need to get over yourselves. What I’m getting at is you don’t have to be anti-white to be a black atheist. That’s totally unnecessary. It’s like trying to find a reason to be prejudice when there’s no need. There’s never a need. You can be pro-black and not be anti-white.

Some would argue: “Well, what would it hurt being anti-white? What power do we have being anti-white? Why would they care?” These are all the wrong questions. The questions that should be asked are: Who told you that black atheism came with being prejudice, too? Why would you want to be anti-white?  What exactly does that solve?

You don’t have to be anti-white to be a black atheist and being a black atheist doesn’t mean being anti-white. There’s no acceptance committee, no cult, no judges, or jury.

Just you. Free from religion.

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Making Jesus Black Doesn’t Make Him Real

From both atheists and theists alike: Stop it! I get it, we all want to be right in one way or another, but arguing over what color Jesus skin was doesn’t make him any less fictional.

This is the scripture a lot of people are hung up on:

…and among the lampstands was One like the Son of Man, dressed in a long robe, with a golden sash around His chest. The hair of His head was whitelike wool, as white as snow, and His eyeswere like a blazing fire. His feet were like polished bronze refined in a furnace, and His voice was like the roar of many waters.… –Revelations 1:14 – 15

Black Christians, it’s as if you need more validation that you’re important, you have to argue over the color of Jesus. You don’t need a fictional fairy to feel good about yourselves. All life started with Black people, that should be well enough.

Also, stop with “the white man’s religion” because it is not. A lot of you equate Christianity with good moral standing when it’s not, but you knew that. Arab Muslims were conducting slave trades hundreds and hundreds of years before Europeans sailed the west coast of Africa, but more on that later. So we can’t keep using the ‘white man’ as the scapegoat. As quiet as it’s kept, William Wilberforce fought against the slave trade in Parliament all for the sake of Jesus. Yep, a white man, but somehow, that’s irrelevant and a fictional fairy isn’t.

Black, orange, green, or blue, Jesus would still be a figment of your imagination.

PS: Fuck a narrative. You don’t need a narrative based on lies.



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Dear Conservative Religious Parents,

Michael A. Sherlock (Author)

Keep oppressing your children. Keep telling them that they were born rotten. Please continue to indoctrinate them with fear and self-loathing. Persist in teaching them that they are worthless without the superfluous salvation of your antiquated collection of superstitions. Keep pushing them down – because the more you push them down, the more we will pick them up, and the more you oppress them, the more we will liberate them. The more you indoctrinate, the more we will educate. The more you tell them they are rotten, the more we will reveal to them their magnificence. The more you teach them to be dependent upon depressing delusions, the more we will encourage them to joyfully question and carefully address the absence of evidence for your crazy and insane claims. Atheism will win this ideological war between mindless faith and thoughtful scepticism. We will. And we will, in large part, have…

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From Faithful to Faithless: My journey to becoming an Atheist.

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By Baraka Kofi Asante

“I will not take ‘but’ for an answer”- Langston Hughes

  Ever grew up believing something you thought was true, you go off to college and the first real lesson you truly learn is that you have been lied to. Now, how would that make you feel? You probably would be angry, upset, irate, and the list would go on about different ways to describe your feelings. But after you realize you have been lied to, you start to think “what do I do next”?  The next step is the most liberating part of this amazing journey to discovering the truth. As you start this philosophical journey you find yourself shedding away the fairy tales. You enjoy learning the truth because you remember this old saying “only the truth will set you free”. And as you shed away the lies you come across some hard pills of truth to swallow. Pretty much you entire your life is about to change due to the truth you seek, but it always easier said than done. Well at that’s what happened to me. Where I am actually going with this? I am about to tell the story about why I became an atheist.

Now my story is very similar to everyone else’s, I grew up super religious always trying to convert people in my own way. I was pretty much always in church doing some type of church activity. My life revolved around Christianity and the church so much that I was given the nick names junior deacon, junior rev, young minister etc. I was almost to a point in my life where I was going to become a right before I left Christianity to only convert to Islam; I was on the path to become a Reverend for the AME church. But that didn’t make me become an atheist that was my only the beginning of it. I was agnostic for a minute then I finally told myself that god does not exist, and religion was not the best thing for me, due to my terrible past experiences dealing with religion

Atheism is neither a religion nor a belief system for people who don’t believe in god.  We do not have rules for us to live by. It is not a bunch of people who hate god or some type of creator. I do understand where and why people see or think that, because there is plenty of militant atheist but that with any type of people. There are also plenty of militant Christians, Muslims, Jewish, or any type of religious orientated people, some would call them fundamentalist. According to the oxford dictionary atheism is defined as “Disbelief or lack of belief in the existence of God or gods” (oxford dictionary). Here is the origins of the term also “Late 16th century: from French athéisme, from Greek atheos, from a- ‘without’ + theos ‘god.”. (oxford dictionary) In simpler terms atheism means non-belief in a god that is all and that is it, we just do not believe in a higher power, deity or God.

Why did I become an atheist? Well, for me, this wasn’t always the case. As I stated before I grew up in a devout Christian home, then later on down the road I converted to Islam. I started to second guess the existence of a god or deity after I left Islam. Although so many people thought I was happy as a Muslim, I was actually really unhappy and confused about what I believed in. It started off great but after a few months in, I started to feel like Allah (god) was mad with me. I remember seeking advice from my brothers in the deen (religion) about what was going on and I would always get the same response. “It’s the will of Allah, and there’s nothing you can do but accept and repent to your Lord”. Now for a free-thinker that sounds like some sick twisted shenanigans but Muslims actually believe this. After hearing this response again and again, I started to really doubt if god even existed.

In this journey, there have been a few experiences that I will always remember as real eye-openers for me. Sometime during Fall of last year I posted a question on Facebook that I considered to be pretty harmless. The question was how can we actually know that god really does exist? Within a few moments a swarm of people on my friends list were attacking me for asking this question. They were telling me things like “how could you say that”, “what’s wrong with you of course god is real”, and “look at all he has done for you”. After seeing these comments my brain began to bring up old information about how certain religions used their sacred books to enslave innocent people, so I decided to ask these religious crusaders if they felt that this was true. Let’s just say for sake of time and the length of this article if you didn’t really believe or was somewhat on the fence about the existence of god, then those words could make someone question their faith. Well, to be honest that’s what it did for me and that’s when I secretly became an agnostic atheist. I wanted to believe that god was real but just couldn’t find a way to prove him. The only way to prove god was through religion and in my personal experience with religion it only had one purpose and that was to enslave people. At that point in my life I had had enough of religion.

Within the past two years I have dealt with my share of painful events, including the passing of my dear uncle. If you knew how close we were then you could totally understand my pain. Losing a loved one often causes people to question their faith and I was no exception to this.  For some strange reason, a reason I still don’t understand, I started to hate god. I felt like if there was a god than my uncle would be alive today. When I think back to my religious experiences all I hear is the people saying “it’s the will of god”. I hated this with a passion because it was such huge cop-out for people to say. I would rather have people say they don’t know than to make up some religious malarkey. After really thinking about the lies and contradictions in religion and learning a lot about science, philosophy and the cosmos, I just stopped believing in god and started my own spiritual journey.

So you are probably curious about where I am at now with my spirituality and to be honest I am still searching for the truth and I think I will always search for it. I have natural curiosity and an insatiable thirst for knowledge. Becoming an atheist has been no cakewalk for me and lately I have overcome some really dark moments. Coming to the realization that I no longer believe in a higher power or god, has been the most liberatingly frightening experience of my life. When you have spent your whole life believing that this Supreme Being has your best interest at heart, you feel that you must trust in it to lead you where it sees fit. This belief system did not leave much room for personal growth because I literally put all my faith in something I could not see or even understand in hopes that it would bring me peace and purpose. I have often felt hopeless and felt that life had no meaning but I have also felt more free and confident now that I have truly started this spiritual journey. I have realized that I AM in control of my own life, so the only thing left to do is to just enjoy the ride and stay mindful. You can still find purpose in your life without religion, it is just up to find what your purpose is. And that my friend is where I am at now with my journey.


Baraka Kofi Asante


Recommended Books & Documentaries:

  1. Losing Faith in Faith by Dan Barker
  2. Reasonable Atheism: A Moral Case For Respectful Disbelief by Scott F. Aikan & Robert B.Talisse
  3. Curiosity Did God Create the Universe with Stephen Hawking (Documentary)


Work Cited:

  1. Oxford Dictionaries. Oxford University Press, n.d. Web.
  2. Oxford Dictionaries. Oxford University Press, n.d. Web.

How Religion is Used As Emotional Blackmail/GUEST AUTHOR

by Raven Burnes

                       The hymn ended and the preacher launched into a highly emotional and symbolic sermon, recounting how our mothers had given birth to us, how they had nursed us from infancy, how they had tended us when we were sick, how they had seen us grow up, how they had watched over us, how they had always known what was best for us. He then called for yet another hymn, which was hummed. He chanted above it in a melancholy tone:

                        “Now, I’m asking the first mother who really loves her son to bring him to me for baptism!”

                        Goddam, I thought. It had happened quicker than I had expected. My mother was looking steadily at me.

                        “Come, son, let your old mother take you to God,” she begged. “I brought you into the world, now let me help to save you.”

                        She caught my hand and I held back.

                        “I’ve been as good a mother as I could,” she whispered through her tears.

                        “God is hearing every word,” the preacher underscored her plea.

                        This business of saving souls had no ethics; every human relationship was shamelessly exploited. In essence, the tribe was asking us whether we shared its feelings; if we refused to join the church, it was equivalent to saying no, to placing ourselves in the position of moral monsters. One mother led her beaten and frightened son to the preacher amid shouts of amen and hallelujah.

                        “Don’t you love your old crippled mother, Richard?” my mother asked. “Don’t leave me standing here with my empty hands, she said, afraid that I would humiliate her in public.

                        It was no longer a question of my believing in God; it was no longer a matter of whether I would steal or lie or murder; it was a simple, urgent matter of public pride, a matter of how much I had in common with other people. If I refused, it meant that I did not love my mother, and no man in that tight little black community had ever been crazy enough to let himself be placed in such a position. My mother pulled my arm and I walked with her to the preacher and shook his hand, a gesture that made me a candidate for baptism. There were more songs and prayers; it lasted until well after midnight. I walked home limp as a rag; I had not felt anything except sullen anger and a crushing sense of shame. Yet I was somehow glad that I had got it over with; no barriers now stood between me and the community.

                        “Mama, I don’t feel a thing,” I told her truthfully.

                        “Don’t you worry; you’ll grow into feeling it,” she assured me.

                        And when I confessed to the other boys that I felt nothing, they too admitted that they felt nothing.

                        “But the main thing is to be a member of the church,” they said (Wright 154-155).

I am currently reading Richard Wright’s autobiography Black Boy, and scenes like the one above are plentiful. Religion and “faith” are waved around like a spiked billy club designed to usher all wayward freethinkers into submission. I was struck by how little has changed in terms of how much pressure is put on people to make a “decision” for God – a decision that seems to be more about other people – and their power and reputation – than it is about you.

I realize that this pressure probably has evolutionary origins. We are a social species. Family/tribe membership has always been essential for our survival. Nevertheless, as we continue to evolve as a species, our concept of “the tribe” is necessarily expanding. With this expansion, I am hopeful that the outdated emotional blackmail used to bully children – and anyone who thinks differently – into religion will fall away as well.


Work Cited

Wright, Richard. Black Boy (American Hunger): A Record of Childhood and Youth. New York: Perennial Classics, 1998. 154-155. Print.